Chapter 27 The Seven-Year-Old

Chapter 27: Chapter 27 The Seven-Year-Old

The entire arena was silent.

Everyone’s attention was focused on the two girls standing on opposite sides of the stage.

Wang Yue.

And Lin Shiyu.

Wang Yue’s expression was solemn.

She had already witnessed enough of the Lin Clan’s strength to know that this battle would not be simple.

Lin Chen.

Lin Qing.

Lin Mo.

Lin Yu.

Lin Feng.

Lin Tian.

Lin Haojun.

Every Lin Clan member who had entered the arena had possessed cultivation in the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Even the weakest among them had been extraordinary.

Wang Yue had originally been confident that she could dominate the younger generation of Azure River City.

Now, that confidence had disappeared.

She was at the Foundation Establishment Realm Level 3.

Lin Chen and Lin Qing were already at the Foundation Establishment Realm Level 4.

She didn’t want to fight either of them.

She silently prayed that her opponent would at least be someone she could handle.

Then she looked at Lin Shiyu.

Her expression suddenly froze.

Lin Shiyu looked extremely young.

Far too young.

Wang Yue stared at her.

"You’re..."

She paused.

The crowd also began murmuring.

"Wait."

"How old is that girl?"

"She’s tiny!"

"She can’t be more than seven or eight!"

Someone suddenly shouted:

"She’s seven!"

The entire arena became noisy.

"Seven years old?!"

"The Lin Clan actually sent a seven-year-old girl into the tournament?"

"Is that even allowed?"

The referee looked toward Lin Shiyu.

After confirming her age, he nodded.

"She meets the age requirement."

The crowd became even more confused.

Lin Hao had deliberately concealed the spiritual qi of the Lin Clan’s younger generation.

As long as they weren’t fighting, nobody could determine their actual cultivation.

Therefore, when Lin Shiyu stepped onto the stage, everyone simply saw a seven-year-old girl.

Nothing more.

Wang Yue’s eyes slowly brightened.

Her fear disappeared.

A smile appeared on her face.

"So you’re the one I have to fight?"

Lin Shiyu tilted her head.

Wang Yue laughed.

"I was actually worried."

She looked at the tiny girl before her.

"But you’re only seven."

The crowd began whispering.

"Maybe she’s just an ordinary child."

"Why would the Lin Clan send her?"

"Perhaps they made a mistake."

"She should surrender."

"Exactly!"

"There’s no shame in surrendering at seven years old!"

Even some people from the other families looked toward Lin Shiyu with concern.

Wang Yue’s confidence returned completely.

She slowly raised her hand.

"Little girl."

Lin Shiyu looked at her.

Wang Yue’s eyes became cold.

"Your Lin Clan people killed members of my Wang Family."

Her killing intent surged.

"And now you’ve been sent to fight me."

She clenched her fist.

"I’ll kill you on this same stage."

"I’ll use your death to avenge them."

The crowd became silent.

Lin Shiyu simply looked at her.

She didn’t seem frightened.

She didn’t even seem to understand why everyone was making such a big deal out of the battle.

Wang Yue’s killing intent grew stronger.

"Die!"

She suddenly moved.

BOOM!

Her spiritual energy exploded.

The power of a Foundation Establishment Realm Level 3 cultivator erupted across the arena.

The crowd gasped.

"She’s going all out!"

"That girl should surrender!"

"Move!"

"Get off the stage!"

Lin Shiyu didn’t move.

She simply stood there.

Wang Yue’s attack rapidly approached.

The crowd watched in horror.

"She’s frozen!"

"Someone stop this!"

"She’ll die!"

Wang Yue’s palm was already less than an arm’s length away.

Then—

Lin Shiyu raised one finger.

Tap.

Her finger touched Wang Yue’s incoming palm.

Everything stopped.

Wang Yue’s eyes widened.

The terrifying force behind her attack vanished instantly.

Her body froze.

"What..."

The entire arena became silent.

Lin Shiyu looked at her.

Her expression was completely innocent.

"You want to kill me?"

Wang Yue’s pupils trembled.

Lin Shiyu tilted her head.

"Then I should kill you too."

She paused.

"Grandpa Ancestor said so."

Wang Yue’s expression changed.

"What are you—"

Lin Shiyu raised her tiny finger again.

She gently pointed toward Wang Yue.

A tiny wave of spiritual energy condensed at her fingertip.

It looked harmless.

Almost ridiculous.

Then—

BOOM!

The spiritual energy struck Wang Yue.

Her body flew backward.

She crashed onto the ground.

Silence.

Wang Yue’s body lay completely limp.

Her eyes remained open.

Her face still carried an expression of shock.

But mixed with the shock was something deeper.

Horror.

Fear.

She hadn’t expected this.

Not from a seven-year-old.

She hadn’t even considered Lin Shiyu a threat.

And yet...

She had died.

At the hands of a seven-year-old girl.

---

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

The entire arena was completely silent.

Then—

"That girl..."

Someone’s voice trembled.

"She’s in the Foundation Establishment Realm!"

Another person immediately shouted:

"She’s only seven!"

The crowd exploded.

"Seven years old!"

"Foundation Establishment Realm!"

"How is that possible?!"

"She’s even younger than my granddaughter!"

"That Lin Clan..."

Everyone stared toward the Lin Clan.

The realization hit them at once.

Lin Shiyu wasn’t an exception.

She was another Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator.

The crowd became increasingly restless.

"Every Lin Clan youth we’ve seen..."

"They’re all Foundation Establishment Realm!"

"What kind of family is this?"

A cultivator suddenly remembered something.

"Wait!"

"There’s another problem."

Everyone looked at him.

"Wang Yue is engaged to the Saint of the Azure Cloud Sect."

The arena became quieter.

Another cultivator frowned.

"The Azure Cloud Sect won’t take her death lightly."

Someone nodded.

"This is going to become a huge problem for the Lin Clan."

Another person shook his head.

"I doubt the Lin Clan will take the Azure Cloud Sect seriously."

"What?"

He pointed toward the Lin Clan.

"Look at their younger generation."

"Every one of them is already in the Foundation Establishment Realm."

He swallowed.

"What do you think their elders are capable of?"

The surrounding cultivators fell silent.

Someone slowly said:

"You’re right."

"Even the Wang Family..."

He looked toward the Wang Family.

"They can’t do anything to the Lin Clan right now."

Another person nodded.

"Lin Chen alone could probably defeat the entire Wang Family."

The Wang Family elders heard every word.

Their faces were filled with rage.

But they also knew the truth.

They couldn’t fight here.

Not now.

Not after seeing what the Lin Clan’s younger generation was capable of.

The Family Head slowly stood.

He looked toward Lin Hao.

His expression was cold.

"Lin Clan."

His voice echoed through the arena.

"Today’s matter will not end here."

"Remember this."

"The Wang Family will never forget the deaths of our people."

He looked at Lin Shiyu.

Then at the rest of the Lin Clan.

"And when the Azure Cloud Sect comes..."

His eyes narrowed.

"Don’t think you can hide behind your younger generation."

The Wang Family Head turned around.

"Let’s go."

The remaining Wang Family members immediately followed.

They left the arena without another word.

The crowd stared after them.

"They’re leaving?"

"So quickly?"

"What about the rest of the tournament?"

Someone laughed awkwardly.

"Do you really think they want to stay?"

Another person looked toward the Lin Clan.

"Can you blame them?"

---

The referee stood awkwardly in the middle of the arena.

He looked at the remaining participants.

Then toward the Lin Clan.

Then toward the empty positions where the Wang Family had been standing.

The tournament was supposed to determine seven winners who would receive the Secret Realm tokens.

But now...

Nobody wanted to fight.

One participant slowly raised his hand.

"I surrender."

The referee blinked.

"What?"

The young man swallowed.

"I surrender."

Another participant raised his hand.

"I surrender too."

Then another.

"And me."

One by one, the remaining participants began surrendering.

The referee stared at them helplessly.

Nobody wanted to fight the Lin Clan.

Not after witnessing what had just happened.

Finally, the referee sighed.

"There is no other choice."

He looked at the remaining eligible participants.

"By the rules of the competition..."

"The seven remaining participants will be declared the winners."

The crowd burst into laughter and disbelief.

"The tournament ended like this?"

"Nobody wants to fight!"

"They scared everyone away!"

The referee announced the seven winners.

The competition was officially over.

---

At that moment—

A familiar voice sounded inside Lin Hao’s mind.

[DING!]

[Tournament Mission Completed!]

Lin Hao raised an eyebrow.

The System continued.

[Mission Requirement: Win the Young Generation Martial Competition.]

[Status: Completed.]

[Mission Reward: 15 Peak Mahayana Realm Clan Members.]

[The Host may claim the reward at any time.]

Lin Hao smiled.

"Keep it."

The System paused.

[Host?]

"I’ll claim them when I get home."

[Understood.]

Lin Hao looked toward the arena.

He wasn’t particularly interested in the Secret Realm.

But then his eyes landed on Mu Qingyue.

He remembered the reason she had entered the tournament.

Her father.

She needed spiritual plants from the Secret Realm to save him.

Lin Hao walked toward the referee.

The referee immediately became nervous.

"Senior..."

Lin Hao shook his head.

"You don’t need to call me Senior."

He looked toward the Secret Realm tokens.

"We don’t need ours."

The referee was stunned.

"You don’t want the token?"

Lin Hao nodded.

"We have no use for it."

He took one token from the referee.

Then walked toward Mu Qingyue.

She looked surprised.

"Senior Lin..."

Lin Hao held the token out.

"Take this."

Mu Qingyue stared at it.

Her eyes widened.

"This..."

"The Secret Realm."

Lin Hao nodded.

"Go inside and find the spiritual plants you need to save your father."

Mu Qingyue’s eyes immediately became red.

She accepted the token with trembling hands.

"Thank you."

Her voice trembled.

"Thank you so much, Senior Lin."

She suddenly knelt.

"Thank you for saving my life before."

"Thank you for this."

"I..."

Lin Hao had already turned around.

He wasn’t looking at her anymore.

He simply raised his hand.

"Go."

Mu Qingyue bowed deeply.

"Thank you!"

Lin Hao walked toward the Lin Clan’s younger generation.

"Let’s go home."

The Lin Clan disciples immediately followed.

Lin Shiyu happily ran beside him.

The others followed behind.

The crowd silently watched the Lin Clan leave.

Nobody dared to stop them.

---

On the road back to the Lin Clan—

Lin Xin suddenly sighed.

"Ahhh..."

Lin Wan’er looked at her.

"What’s wrong?"

"We didn’t even get to fight."

Lin Shiyu proudly raised her chin.

"I fought."

Lin Xin looked at her.

"You only used one finger."

Lin Shiyu smiled.

"That’s because I’m strong."

Lin Wan’er laughed.

"She’s already bragging."

Lin Shiyu folded her arms.

"Grandpa Ancestor said I’m strong."

Lin Xin immediately nodded.

"That’s true."

She sighed again.

"But I still wanted to fight."

Lin Wan’er nodded.

"Me too."

Then they looked toward the other Lin Clan youths.

Lin Mo immediately started speaking.

"Did you see my battle?"

Lin Yu interrupted.

"Your battle? You just pushed someone out."

Lin Mo frowned.

"That was strategy."

Lin Feng laughed.

"You should have seen mine."

Lin Tian immediately joined in.

"You mean when you grabbed that person’s wrist?"

"Exactly."

Lin Haojun shook his head.

"You two are both bragging."

Lin Chen and Lin Qing walked at the front.

Lin Chen glanced backward.

"What are they arguing about?"

Lin Qing smiled.

"They’re comparing who had the most impressive battle."

Lin Chen laughed.

"They should ask me."

Lin Qing looked at him.

"You defeated your opponent with one move."

Lin Chen nodded proudly.

"Exactly."

Lin Qing immediately smiled.

"Then I suppose I win."

Lin Chen stared at her.

"You also used one move."

The two looked at each other.

Then laughed.

Behind them, Lin Xin crossed her arms.

"See?"

She pointed toward Lin Shiyu.

"She fought, so now she’s bragging."

Lin Shiyu smiled innocently.

"I defeated Wang Yue."

Lin Wan’er sighed.

"She has a point."

The entire group laughed.

Lin Hao walked at the front.

He listened to their conversation with a faint smile.

The tournament had been far more troublesome than he expected.

But it was finally over.

And now...

He could finally return home.

There was still one thing waiting for him.

Fifteen Peak Mahayana Realm clan members.

Lin Hao’s smile widened.

"Not bad."

The Lin Clan continued walking toward home.

Behind them, Azure River City remained in chaos.

The name of the Lin Clan had spread even further.

And somewhere far away...

The Azure Cloud Sect had yet to learn that their Saint’s fiancée had just been killed by a seven-year-old girl.